Author Note: Okay, before I continue this story, I would first like to say
thanks to all who posted and e-mailed me lately. I thought at first that
you guys weren't that interested in this story, but I was proven wrong.
Thanks for the help. : )
Vanishing Madness of Third Street: Part 4
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The three looked up, having reached the other end of the path, and found that they were no longer in the playground territory. They had reached the side of the school building where a dark and familiar figure was waiting for their arrival. It could only be one person, leaning up against the wall for support and white lines streaking across his hair: Butch.
"Butch?" The three others exclaimed in unison.
"Hello." Butch said in his usual shaky but mysterious voice. "I hear you have come to search and solve a horrible crime. A crime, I might add, that has happened here before."
"What are you talking about?" King Bob demanded, taking a step forward.
"It all started back in the 70s." Butch recalled in his shaky story voice. "Things began vanishing on the playground or getting destroyed without a person to blame. Some say it was aliens coming to take over the minds of kids, others say a tornado had come through, and others? They don't know. No one ever figured it out. One thing is for sure, though, the criminal has struck again."
"Well, it certainly couldn't be the same person." T.J. remarked.
"It could be a daughter of the person..." Hustler Kid suggested.
"...or son." King Bob snorted, looking over at The Hustler Kid. The guy might have saved their lives, but King Bob's trust in him was not yet won.
"I believe what you are looking for is over there..." Butch cut in, narrowing his eyes before beginning to leave. "I wouldn't go in there if I were you though. It would be dangerous to enter."
"The culprit is in there?" King Bob said with doubt as he turned from the place pointed out to regard Butch once more. "Nonsense!"
Butch, however, had already left, leaving the three behind to do as they pleased.
"I do agree, it would be sort of odd..." T.J. added, scratching his head at the direction where Butch had pointed. "But, humor me, what harm could this all have? All we have to do is quietly walk into..."
"...into Mr. Prickly's office!" The Hustler Kid whispered. "It's a trap!"
"Ye of little faith," King Bob said with sudden bravery towards The Hustler Kid. "Detwieller is right. We need to get to the bottom of this once and for now."
The Hustler Kid sighed: this was going to be the end. He could see it all now, his name in headlines, kids of the playground mourning from the news of his horrible 'scared to death' ending. It was very sad, he thought, as he began marching to the door of the principal's office.
T.J. and King Bob weren't thinking happy thoughts either, having run their own version of death in their minds as well. The door to the office looked more intimidating then ever, but the students knew that had to go through with their task.
T.J. looked nervously at the door knob of Mr. Prickly's office, as though it were calling for the fourth grader to open it and sneak in.
The door, however, swung open on its own...
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Spinelli stamped her feet. "I can't stand this anymore! Let's go look for them!"
"Patience, Spinelli. They'll be back." Vince said, holding his friend back from charging into a mob of second graders.
"Yes, Vincent is quite right." Mikey added. "Patience is a virtue."
"So is fighting!" Spinelli yelled. "Now let me go!"
"Guys.........what if they don't return? I mean, recess is almost over." Gus said uneasily.
Gretchen gravely nodded, statistics on the chance of her friends returning overwhelming her mind. There were so many ways they could have gotten hurt or lost or...! "According to my calculations, they should have returned by now. This is not like T.J."
"We'll give them five more minutes- then we do things MY way." Spinelli stated, making a fist.
And, for once, everyone agreed...
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To Be Continued
Author Note: ...so, did you guys like it? -looks hopeful- please review. I know, more cliffhangers. : ) And you guys will get to know who the culprit is within the next few chapters since I feel bad about all the suspense. Okay, I don't feel bad but.review anyway. : )
Vanishing Madness of Third Street: Part 4
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The three looked up, having reached the other end of the path, and found that they were no longer in the playground territory. They had reached the side of the school building where a dark and familiar figure was waiting for their arrival. It could only be one person, leaning up against the wall for support and white lines streaking across his hair: Butch.
"Butch?" The three others exclaimed in unison.
"Hello." Butch said in his usual shaky but mysterious voice. "I hear you have come to search and solve a horrible crime. A crime, I might add, that has happened here before."
"What are you talking about?" King Bob demanded, taking a step forward.
"It all started back in the 70s." Butch recalled in his shaky story voice. "Things began vanishing on the playground or getting destroyed without a person to blame. Some say it was aliens coming to take over the minds of kids, others say a tornado had come through, and others? They don't know. No one ever figured it out. One thing is for sure, though, the criminal has struck again."
"Well, it certainly couldn't be the same person." T.J. remarked.
"It could be a daughter of the person..." Hustler Kid suggested.
"...or son." King Bob snorted, looking over at The Hustler Kid. The guy might have saved their lives, but King Bob's trust in him was not yet won.
"I believe what you are looking for is over there..." Butch cut in, narrowing his eyes before beginning to leave. "I wouldn't go in there if I were you though. It would be dangerous to enter."
"The culprit is in there?" King Bob said with doubt as he turned from the place pointed out to regard Butch once more. "Nonsense!"
Butch, however, had already left, leaving the three behind to do as they pleased.
"I do agree, it would be sort of odd..." T.J. added, scratching his head at the direction where Butch had pointed. "But, humor me, what harm could this all have? All we have to do is quietly walk into..."
"...into Mr. Prickly's office!" The Hustler Kid whispered. "It's a trap!"
"Ye of little faith," King Bob said with sudden bravery towards The Hustler Kid. "Detwieller is right. We need to get to the bottom of this once and for now."
The Hustler Kid sighed: this was going to be the end. He could see it all now, his name in headlines, kids of the playground mourning from the news of his horrible 'scared to death' ending. It was very sad, he thought, as he began marching to the door of the principal's office.
T.J. and King Bob weren't thinking happy thoughts either, having run their own version of death in their minds as well. The door to the office looked more intimidating then ever, but the students knew that had to go through with their task.
T.J. looked nervously at the door knob of Mr. Prickly's office, as though it were calling for the fourth grader to open it and sneak in.
The door, however, swung open on its own...
----------
Spinelli stamped her feet. "I can't stand this anymore! Let's go look for them!"
"Patience, Spinelli. They'll be back." Vince said, holding his friend back from charging into a mob of second graders.
"Yes, Vincent is quite right." Mikey added. "Patience is a virtue."
"So is fighting!" Spinelli yelled. "Now let me go!"
"Guys.........what if they don't return? I mean, recess is almost over." Gus said uneasily.
Gretchen gravely nodded, statistics on the chance of her friends returning overwhelming her mind. There were so many ways they could have gotten hurt or lost or...! "According to my calculations, they should have returned by now. This is not like T.J."
"We'll give them five more minutes- then we do things MY way." Spinelli stated, making a fist.
And, for once, everyone agreed...
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To Be Continued
Author Note: ...so, did you guys like it? -looks hopeful- please review. I know, more cliffhangers. : ) And you guys will get to know who the culprit is within the next few chapters since I feel bad about all the suspense. Okay, I don't feel bad but.review anyway. : )
